Black tea and a pork steak sandwich for me

As usual today. “The usual,” I say.

“Is that my pork steak sandwich with black tea?”

Today it’s free. Today it’s for me.

She smiles her big smile. I grin my sly grin.

As I sit I eat. As I wait I stew.

She’s got hearts for eyes and blueberry lips,

Tattoos on every finger and eyelid,

Tattoos on each dainty toe and ankle.

I’m sure you can scan them at the checkout

For her digits seem to be bar-coded.

I scan the menu again and find her

Special offers: Hourly, Daily, Weekly,

Part-time and Full-time in no time at all.

“So how much?” I ask. “Not enough!” she snarls.

“It’s just my wallet’s full of cash card dreams...”

“I’ll take your money, your heart, your soul, and

Leave you love-broken, dying on the floor,

With your bleeding tail between your legs.”

I sigh, pay the bill in full at the till.

I say, “I leave you to your devices,”

Thinking, Call me. Love me. Adore me. Stay!

She says, “See you tomorrow little man,”

Thinking, Love me. Call me. Save me today!